Words you’ve never used
 And have always wanted to –
    Get them in quickly.
*
    Dight in dimity
 Enlaced with lazy-daisy
    In fishnet fleshings.
    It fell on your head
 Her old boyfriend’s framed photo –
    Fearsome xoanon!
    The ergonomics
 (Please don’t tread on erica!)
    Of the percheron.
    How the aasvogel
 Flapping alongside the jeep
    Churned up your bowels!
    An ancient bayou
 A batrachian flops in –
    Sound of H2O.
    By the billabong
 A sheila throwing goolies
    At perving galahs.
    Jalousies muffle
 Criminal conversation –
    Discalced and unfrocked
 Ithyphallic, perforate –
 A case of jactitation.
    Being discovered
 In flagrante delicto
    With a young person
 In statu pupillari
 He pleads hypnopaedia.
    Dreaming you’re starving
 Lost in a forest: millefeuilles
    Drift down to your mouth.
    Sucking at jujubes
 (Junketing, jabberwocky!)
    Sipping mint juleps.
    It still disturbs him
 The tintinnabulation –
    Sunday, odd day out.
    The toilets are closed
 But there’s a dark passage near
    Known as Pis Aller.
    Membrum virile?
 It matches the mise en scène –
    Ah, micturition!
    A night of mixed drinks
 Nepenthes and mnemonics –
    A crapulous dawn.
    What Tagalog means
 Is neither Tag nor Logos
    But ‘native river’.
    Godthaab thought it best
 After twelve score years and ten
    To call itself Nuuk.
    She dropped a taipan
 (Oh what a kakemono!)
    On her tatami.
    The term congeries
 Given by Gavin Ewart –
    Jellied eels I’d thought.
    Zoomancy (four
 Syllables please note) as when
    Cats augur earthquakes.
    Kin to yin and yang
 Lingam and yoni are less
    Metaphysical.
    Odalisques, frillies
 Frou-frous – and aboulia:
    Let’s mithridatise!
    Everest, Mont Blanc
 Matterhorn, Mons Veneris –
    Hills so hard to climb.
    Eleven ages –
 Nonage, bondage and rampage
    Marriage and mortgage
 Hostage, wastage and outrage
 Dotage, wreckage – average.
    An opsimath digs
 (Paradise or parados?)
    His hortus siccus.
    The best transhumance
 (Tsunamis are predicted)
    Calls for theurgy.
    Your present prospects
 No longer quaquaversal –
    Mere tunnel vision!
    A biography –
 Asterisks, obeli, but
    Where’s the bloody text?
    All in all he was
 (Here’s a pleasing epitaph!)
    Alphanumeric.
    Vox angelica
 (Voicing vale or ave?)
    Or vox humana?
    Silence draws closer –
 What chrestomathy helps you
    Learn a tongueless tongue?
*
    But they didn’t stop!
 Nearing heaven, nearing hell
    Babel’s still building.
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